Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So What'Cha Want, artist - Beastie Boys. Date of issue: 20.04.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
So What'Cha Want |
| Well, just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris |
| You're eating crazy cheese like you would think I'm from Paris |
| You know I get fly, you think I get high |
| You know that I'm gone and I'm-a tell you all why |
| So tell me who are you dissing, maybe I'm missing |
| The reason that you're smilin' or wildin', so listen |
| In my head, I just want to take 'em down |
| Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down |
| Let it flow like a mud-slide |
| When I get on, I like to ride and glide |
| I've got depth of perception in my text, y'all |
| I get props at my mention cause I vex, y'all |
| So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? |
| (what'cha want?) |
| I get so funny with my money that you flaunt |
| I said, "Where'd you get your information from," huh? |
| You think that you can front when revelation comes? |
| (Yeah, you can't front on that) |
| Well they call me Mike D, the ever-loving man |
| I'm like Spoonie Gee, I'm the metropolitician |
| You scream and you holler, 'bout my Chevy Impala |
| But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar |
| But like a dream I'm flowing without no stopping |
| Sweeter than a cherry pie with Reddi Whip topping |
| From mic-to-mic, kickin' it wall-to-wall |
| Well, I'll be calling out you people like a casting call |
| Ah, well, it's wack when you're jacked in the back of a ride |
| With your know, with your flow, when you're out getting by |
| Believe me, what you see is what you get |
| And you see me, I'm comin' off as you can bet |
| Well I think I'm losing my mind, this time |
| This time I'm losing my mind, that's right |
| Said I think I'm losing my mind, this time |
| This time, I'm losing my mind |
| (Yeah, you can't front on that) |
| But little do you know about something that I talk about |
| I'm tired of driving, it's due time that I walkabout |
| But in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise |
| I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize |
| Well, I'm Dr. Spock, I'm here to rock, y'all |
| I want you off the wall, if you're playing the wall |
| I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? |
| (what'cha want?) |
| I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? |
| (what'cha want?) |
| Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce |
| So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount |
| See, I'm the long-leaner, Vincent the Cleaner |
| I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena |
| Well, I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce |
| You've got the rhyme and reason, but got no cause |
| But if you're hot to trot, you think you're slicker than grease |
| I've got news for you crews, you'll be sucking like a leech |
| Yeah, you can't front on that |
| So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? |
| (what'cha want?) |
| So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? |
| (what'cha want?) |
| I said, what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? |
| (what'cha want?) |
| I said, what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? |
| (what'cha want?) |